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From my widely researched statistical study of 3 black people and camping, I made this statement to my research participants and they nodded their heads vigorously in agreement. Well, if you disagree, you can close this blog now. Serious. Go ahead and read something else. Haha…I’m only joking, come back and hear me out. Continue reading →

You can read part 1 to this tale here to get acquainted with the different public transportation options available to mere mortals in Lagos, Nigeria.

Back to my story, I started off my movement for the day by taking option 6 from my house to the bank. After my banking transactions were done, I wanted to get another 6 or at least an empty 3 to my next destination. After waiting under the hot sun for a while with many invitations from option 2 drivers, I decided to put my life in the hands of Jesus Continue reading →

I just had my first official road rage in a very long time, so long ago was the last one that I don’t remember it. I don’t see the point of raging on the road, it’s a waste of energy and it takes a while for all that adrenaline to diffuse! Usually I just slow down and allow them go because the thing that might be chasing them is not chasing me! Praise GOD!!

From my last post, some of you may have deciphered that I’m back home in Nigeria. Since I don’t have a car, nor the guts to drive one, I’ve been commuting by taxi to most places. Before I delve into my rage, Continue reading →

This one happened this morning. I’m at home, my real home and decided to sleep in the living room aka parlour if you’re from my part of the world. Not that my bed wasn’t comfortable or I liked small spaces but because that room had an air conditioner (AC) in it.

NEPA or whatever it is called these days, is obviously listening to Jesus Continue reading →

I hope you read that correctly? I wrote, tooth filling, not tooth fairy! For you superstitious folks out there! Haha . . . Just kidding . . .

Anyway, sometime in December last year, I had my annual dental checkup and in the run up to that time, I noticed that when crushing chicken bones (if you know, you know!) one of my molars ached like as it was something unthinkable! Hey you tooth, I brush you everyday and take care of you. How dare you ache? Continue reading →